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Tyler
I stared at the instant message from Lexi, unsure how to respond. She’d been gone for months. We were well into our senior year of high school, and Tristan was keeping busy banging his way through the cheerleaders––possibly two at a time, if the latest rumors were true.
Hi. It was such a simple word, yet it meant the world to me. Had she accidently sent it to me, rather than my brother? Should I apologize for what she witnessed on the dock? Or was it best not to bring it up at all?
Deciding I shouldn’t wait too long to respond, lest she think I wasn’t at my computer, I hastily typed back. Hi. My finger hovered over the return key. I longed to say more, but decided to let her lead the conversation. I tapped the button to send it before I could chicken out or overthink it furthe
